On our way home tonight, tired and giddy, my kids and I were laughing about the whole cancer thing. (I know it sounds strange but, trust me, it was funny)
"What is a support group?" asked A.
Y jumped in and answered that my support group is "for women with cancer."
"Not just any old cancer," I pointed out.
"OK, women with breast cancer," Y corrected herself.
"Not necessarily breast cancer," I corrected her this time, "women with metastasis."
"What's metastasis?" A asked, still confused.
MD jumped in "cancer that is not going away."
It might sound like a heavy conversation, but it was really quite lighthearted.
I mentioned that, earlier in the day, my sister mercilessly referred to my group as "poor, sick people who sit around talking about cancer." Y, MD and I burst out laughing.
"Why is that funny?" A asked, even more confused.
"It's not," I answered, after a brief pause.... "which is why it is so funny!"
And we burst out laughing some more.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,